Wow...if any of you find any of this confusing, please tell me what to add. D: I can't figure it out.

Okay! This is the first chapter to the sequel of Guarded Lies. I guess you don't have to read the previous story to understand this one. I don't know...o.o

I know this was supposed to be a oneshot, but it's going to be a full story sequel. D: I'm sorry! Also, it won't be updated for a while after this because I have to get surgery done tomorrow. Fun... :(

I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist! Whee!

Darkness. That's all he saw. Edward Elric wasn't exactly a fan of the dark, but lately his mind had been a jumble of emotions, ranging from everything involving happiness, anger and sadness. But sadness seemed to be the worst.

He had somehow ended up inside of the gate. Weren't you supposed to end up in some crackpot place, such as hell or something?

Edward sighed, tired eyes sweeping the area of what he could see. He couldn't help but stare back at the many violet eyes staring at him. But as he fell through the everlasting dark abyss of the gate, he slowly came to realize that among all of the violet, his own eyes were with them.

The eyes of a homunculus.

"No, I told you to have those shipments in by Friday, Havoc. Let me remind you of the rather tight schedule we're pulling..." Roy pulled a sheet of paper out, waving it under the man's nose.

"You said that I could hold it until Monday, Mustang. The new uniforms are going to have to come first." Havoc's cigarette bobbed as he spoke, and Roy gave an exasperated sigh.

"Fine. Whatever. I'm going to the mess hall to grab lunch." He informed, before pushing passed Havoc. The man stopped him.

"Would you like me to come with you? I was about to make my way there myself." He said. Roy stopped, seeming to consider his offer.

"No, I'd rather not. I have paperwork that I'm taking with me and I don't want to be disturbed." Roy replied, before heading off down the hall.

Secretly, though, he wasn't going to the mess hall. He was going to the library.

Someone was calling to him. He knew it. What was his name? How long had he been here?

"Edward, listen to me." The voice sounded awfully deep. And familiar.

"...Is Edward my name?" Edward asked, eyebrows furrowing. There was silence for the longest time.

"You don't remember who you are?" The normally witty and sarcastic essence actually sounded concerned. Edward didn't happen to notice, however.

"No," He answered flatly, "who am I?" He didn't really expect the big voice to answer him. "Rather...where am I?" There was silence for a long time once again.

"You're an Alchemist. Edward Elric. But now is your chance to prove who you really are." The voice boomed. Edward looked over to the side, a look of indifference taking over his features.

"Like how?" He asked. He didn't particularly care about what the Gate was telling him. But he snapped back to attention as it spoke again.

"You weren't ready to die. But seeing as how you've already transformed here, you're going to have to be sent back as is. You will be considered something that wasn't meant to be. ...Find the one you love, Edward Elric."

Edward's eyes widened. "Wait, what? What did I transform into? Hey! I feel...normal...if this is normal, but how will I know who I love?" The Gate had already gone. Edward squinted as light started pouring around him, and he was finally forced to succumb to unconsciousness.

'Edward Elric died two weeks ago, December 23rd, 1916. Cause of death is suspected to be a car accident. Case has been dropped as of January7th, 1917.'

"Damn it, it has not been dropped! I've been investigating it." Roy mumbled in annoyance. So far, he hadn't found anything on anyone who could have been tied to the teenager's death. Roy sighed, standing up and putting the article back in it's designated cabinet. His lunch hour was over anyways. He shoved his hands into his pockets, heading back to headquarters.

The walk back was rather uneventful, which almost worried Roy. Usually Central was buzzing with commotion. Yet barely a few people were out.

Roy shivered, pulling his coat tighter around himself. He wasn't that cold... But better safe than sorry. Roy paused as the crunching of snow met his ears. He looked up, coming face to face with a rather feral looking blond.

And it looked remarkably like Edward. But...his hair was so pale...almost white. And his eyes—a rather unusual color, Roy observed—were a deep violet. The boy was glaring daggers at him, the only thing keeping him covered was an old black trench coat that looked to have seen better days.

"Edward?" Roy worked his jaw after getting over his initial shock. The teenager shook his head slowly. He ventured closer, until he was just centimeters from the man's face. Then, one question came upon his lips:

"Who are you?" The question was rather forced, and the teen sounded as if he hadn't spoken in a long time. But it was Edward's voice. Roy was sure of it. A slightly nauseating feeling welled up inside of him.

Edward was dead. Roy had seen the body. This boy was not Edward. Roy cleared his throat.

"Colonel Roy Mustang, at your service." He said, tone stern. A flash of emotion flashed through those eyes, but it was hard to figure out what the boy was feeling. The blond made a sound of acknowledgment, before turning. Roy grabbed his wrist before he even had time to get three feet away. "Where did you come from?" He asked. The teen froze, confusion written on his face all of a sudden.

"I came from somewhere," He mused, "how rather interesting..." He sounded very sarcastic. Roy felt himself getting annoyed. "I'm taking you back to headquarters, sir." He had to know if this teen had any relation to Edward. He looked too much like him for it to be coincidental.

As soon as Roy had made it back to headquarters, everybody was aware of the teen aged look-a-like of their former comrade. Roy had many more problems to worry about, however.

"Second lieutenant Hawkeye. I can't believe I'm about to ask this of you. But I want you to accompany me to observe the grave of Edward Elric." Riza stared at Roy. What was the man saying?

"Roy Mustang, are you asking me to take part in a grave robbery?" She asked, sounding anything short of amused. Roy matched her tone as he jerked the blond forwards. Riza stared at the teen, and his gaze studied her; roaming over her form with such an intensity that it made her feel very uncomfortable.

However, he did look almost identical to the elder Elric. Then, her decision was made. "I will accompany you, sir." Roy nodded, relieved.

"I'm sorry, Second Lieutenant...I just want to make sure..." He paled as she nodded. "Until then..." Roy paused. He had to keep an eye on the kid. But should he really...? He shook his head, venturing on. "I'm taking this...teenager back with me to my home. I might not come back, so be at my house around five thirty."

The teen had stayed completely silent through most of this. He didn't like this...Mustang person. But something was just off about the man, and he just couldn't figure it out...

Before the blond had time to even think about his predicament, Roy was already guiding him towards his apartment. Edward didn't doubt that the man was any more confused than he was. The man had called him Edward...and that voice had called him Edward.

Edward...something. He couldn't remember the last name. He coughed then, stumbling to keep up with Roy.

"Slow down, and let go of me! You're hurting my arm!" Edward yelled irately. Roy came to a stop, looking back at the teen.

"I'm sorry. Just...please don't run." Roy let go of him, and the blond rubbed at the redness that was forming.

Of course he wouldn't run. This man seemed to be the only one who knew anything about him. But the thing was, the man thought he was somebody else. If he looked like this...Edward person, then why did the man doubt him? The blond looked up at the sound of a key turning inside of a lock and looked up.

"It's small, but it will have to do. I don't have a humongous salary or anything." Really, Roy would be living in a nice house with a picket fence if he had the choice. But money seemed to be of the essence nowadays...

The teenager cautiously followed him inside, taking a look around. Roy stopped him. "I want you to go take a shower. I'll leave some clothes in the bathroom. After you're done, come to the Kitchen." As Roy started informing the blond, he couldn't help but notice the teen's constant looking around.

"What are you doing?" Roy asked, frowning at the teen as his eyebrows drew together.

"I've been here before...I think..." Edward wandered to the bathroom, glancing in. "Here." He stated, nodding. Roy felt confused as the blond wandered back over. "Do you mind if we talk before I get cleaned up? I have a lot of questions I'd like to ask."

Roy, not knowing what else to do, nodded wordlessly. Edward nodded, already going to the Kitchen. Roy walked with him, frowning. He had a lot of questions to ask him, himself.

But what could the teen possibly want to know?